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this page is for stories and stuff This is my first story =SCARRED=

It was a nice Sunday morning probably just after lunch time when the neighbor rang he asked if me and my brothers wanted to come around to his house and drive his go-cart so we did.Sadly I couldn’t drive the go-cart because i was to short to reach the brakes or accelerator. They also has a Morris Miner basically a small truck William our neighbor was driving it although he was only twelve then the other people sat or stood on the back on the Morris Miner in total there were six of us William Scadden and his little brother,William Cowper and my brothers and me.the fuel on the go-cart ran out so we had to go back to the house to get some more.William said you should hope in the go-cart while we pull you on the Morris Miner with a rope so they toed me through the paddock then he started speeding up i didn’t like it that much then he looked behind at me to see if everything was alright because he was looking at me he couldn’t see what was in front of him. . He was going pretty fast around 20 km-30 km an hour we had to go through a gate to get to the house but because he was looking at me he didn’t see that the gate was shut so he slammed on the brakes so the Morris Miner stopped but the go-cart didn’t and like I said i couldn’t reach the brakes because i was to short so i went flying into the truck my brothers and neighbors were alright they didn’t even get scratch but I’m telling you with me it was a different story I felt a sharp pain digging into my leg a bit like a razor blade digging into my leg.So i was sitting in that go-cart with something sticking in my leg I don't think it’s a good idea to write the words i said then.I didn’t actually feel much pain hardly any till I looked at my leg and saw my bones and blood oozing out thats when i started screaming I told my brothers to pull me out everyone knows that when objects are forced into your body it makes more damage when they come out then when they come in but the pain was unbearable.I was lying on the grass just trying not to notice the pain all I could see was a big piece of my leg ripped out only still hanging on by a piece of skin Williams dad could hear my screaming and ran over from the house he told William to ring 111 for an ambulance while he ran back to get a towel.The towel was white and it didn’t take long till it was bright red.Mum came with me in the ambulance when it finally came although it was probably only about ten minutes it seemed hours. every bump that we went over hurt like hell altho we drove on a normal road it felt i was going through a mountain bike track.Because it was an emergency I didn’t have to wait for hours till I got treated I was put in a ward strait away the doctor was making jokes to try and cheer me up but all I wanted was the pain to go away and had no sense of humor at that moment and didn’t find the jokes funny at all.Before I could leave to the children ward they had to clean out my wound they gave me injections as well because they were scared I might get infected because it happened in a paddock with cow poo and the go-cart was rusty but that didn’t hurt compared to the pain i was already in the injections I hardly even felt.But the they were also scared that my leg might be broken so they had to x-ray me but luckily my leg wasn’t broken that was a relief but i could still infections if i get bone infection they would probably have to amputate my leg or something this I didn’t want.they bought me to my ward (this all happened in a bed with wheels because i couldn’t walk) where i slept.It was hard to sleep because the nurses had to give me pills,check my tempature and other stuff every 3 hours making it impossible to sleep. The next day the surgeon came. he said he would have to stitch and clean it. So he did but he had to put me to sleep first. So I got a mask around my mouth and had to take big breaths in it as much as I would not like to admit it this was the scardest i ever was since my accident happened and the first time I really cried. I do not know why but just the feeling of people doing stuff in your leg and tho movies where those people wake up when they are in surgery and get wasted and die. I didn’t dream or anything at least if I did I did not remember anything. I ended up getting about three hundred stitches and a scar which I am pretty proud about. I end up staying in hospital for about four days and the worst thing about it all was that I missed out rugby season because I stayed on crutches for a few weeks and my leg was still weak for ages after that. My class write a get well soon card when I was in hospital and got a few visitors mainly my friends giving lollies and comics and one friend even let me borrow his PSP. I thought that what had happened to me was all worth it cos I got cool scar on my leg the size of my palm everything is now the same again.

This is my second story about a swimming story

=Swimming blues=

Today we had swimming with school like we do every day I don’t like swimming races probably because I’m not very good at it.Today I have to swim two lengths I’m not very happy I have trouble doing one length and here I am having to swim two.I’m standing on the block just hoping something will happen and that I wont have to swim but thats never going to happen and there goes the whistle I have to dive now I really don’t want to but I don’t have much choice so I dive my goggles came of in the dive I’m really annoyed I don’t think about stopping I really want to swim two lengths I chuck them over the side then start swimming again by now all the other kids were already halfway through there first lap but i don’t care about them.I’m going as slow as a turtle but I don’t really care although it is pretty embarrassing. my togs keep on falling down I keep on falling down I keep on having to pull them up again I’m going slow but I’m making my way down people are cheering me on I’m trying to go faster but I really have no energy left I end up coming last by a mile but I did it it was the first time I ever swum two lengths.I’m pretty proud of myself I really thought I couldn’t do it.Guess you can do anything if you put your mind to it.